Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.